Captive Ride (12 page)

“How do you know which fantasies work and which don’t?” I ask. He hoists himself onto the table and pulls me onto his lap. I curl up like a kitten and rest my head against the broad wall of his chest.

“You test them out, just like we did here.”

“I wouldn’t want to share you and Easy with anyone but you’d be okay with me dancing nude in front of others?”

“Not really. I’d probably have to have one of the brothers sit on me, but these are your fantasies and I want you to enjoy yourself. Ultimately, you getting turned on would probably turn me on.”

“I was jealous of the attention those girls were getting, I guess. I’ve never been looked at like that.”

“Being watched is a turnoff for lots of folks and there are some, like Easy, that really get off on watching. Nothing wrong with either thing. But the only person I’d ever share with is Easy.” He rubs a hand down my back and continues thoughtfully, “I don’t even want a woman touching you. Having you dance? Having other guys look at you? If that made you feel good, then sure, but touching belongs to me and Easy, yeah?”

I like his possessiveness mixed with his willingness to see me satisfied but I really only would ever need their eyes, their lust and their attention. “Yeah.” I echo his words but put all my conviction behind it. Even in the dark, I can see the answering spark in his eyes. Our connection isn’t broken even when he pulls out his phone, and types something one-handed.

Easy appears as if Michigan conjured him.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Not staying?” says one of the men.

Easy takes one look at me and shakes his head. “Our girl’s worn out.”

“Thought you guys were Death Lords, not Bedlam Butchers,” jokes someone.

“Can you read?” Easy asks, his good humor gone.

“Yeah.”

“Then you know what club we’re with.”

The hecklers shut up immediately and don't say another word as we exit.

“Who are the Butchers?” I ask as I buckle my helmet on.

“Good club out of New Mexico. They’re into sharing. Do everything in pairs.”

“But we’re Death Lords.”

“You’re mine,” I say unthinking.

Michigan and Easy exchange a look. “Yeah, we are.”

When we get back to the room, Easy directs me to take a long bath. He walks in and tosses the leather chaps and a T-shirt on the sink.

“Why don’t you model these for us.”

After I dry off, I realize that the chaps have a waistband and legs but the front of my pelvis and my butt are totally exposed. I search around but find no panties, only the dark gold T-shirt. I don't believe this is a test but an invitation to play and so I screw up my courage and don the chaps and T-shirt. Straightening my shoulders, I walk out as normally as a woman who is totally exposed in her privates can.

In the bedroom, Michigan and Easy are sitting side by side on the sofa. Halfway across the room, the music starts and I catch on. This is my show, if I want to do one.

I start to sway, hoping I don’t look like a fool. Encouraged by their appreciate gazes, I run my hands along my sides and up to catch my breasts. I cup my breasts and then lift the T-shirt off so all I’m wearing is the leather chaps. I slink to the ground and then back up, turning, bending over.

I'm rewarded with swift intakes of breath and when I spin around I see their glittering gazes and the large ridges in their jeans. Their approval emboldens me and I fall into the sexy music. I touch my nipples, stretch my arms above my head, arch my back and then drop my hand between my legs where I'm already ready and wet.

“Place your hands on my legs here and point that ass toward Michigan," Easy orders. Michigan has resettled into the desk chair which he wheels over to the sofa.

I lean over, knowing my ass is entirely exposed. Michigan smooths his hands over my globes and then with a hard push directs me toward Easy's now exposed penis. I lick it from tip to base, tonguing the heavy veins. Michigan lifts me so that my knees are on his legs.

"Take him deep." Michigan's voice is dark and throaty but he has no more orders because his tongue is making long treks between my legs.

I open my mouth and swallow Easy's thick penis until it hits the back of my throat. I'm stuffed full of them. Michigan's mouth is relentless, sucking me until I'm out of my mind and Easy's shaft is stroking down into the cavern of my throat. I drink him seed down and as soon as Easy's done coming, Michigan shifts and rams his long, hard rod between my legs and into my butt. Incredibly, Easy is hard again or maybe he never fully softened. I don't know anything anymore.

Michigan stands and Easy grabs my dangling legs. He proceeds to work into my sex until I'm stretched and full on all sides. My body is burning and the only place I can quench the fire is through the touch of these men. Somehow we maneuver to the bed where I straddle Easy while Michigan's big body covers my back.

My breasts nearly suffocate Easy, and Michigan's hands almost break the headboard as we whirl inside the tornado of pleasure created by the endlessly thrusts and strokes, the mindless kisses, and the fervent promises to hold each other forever.

I close my eyes and allow their strong hands hold me and their fierce need to wrench from me the greatest ecstasy I could ever imagine. I've been a good girl all my life and I feel as if I've been rewarded a slice of heaven on earth. 

In the aftermath, I rest between the two large bodies but can’t sleep. Thoughts of how I’m going to tell Father, how I will weather the inevitable storm of disapproval, and how I will support myself make it hard to fall asleep. There are big changes coming in my life. Some will be wonderful and some may be scary. The only thing I can hold on to is this one thought—you'd have to kill me before I'd ever leave these men.

“Sleep, Little Red.” Easy’s husky voice jolts me as I thought they were both asleep.

Michigan’s head lifts from his pillow to press a kiss against my cheek. “There isn’t a thing that prevents us from being together if it’s something we all want.”

“I want us,” I say thickly. Emotion makes it hard to speak.

“I want us.” Easy lifts my right cuffed wrist and with an answering nod, Michigan lifts my other wrist.

They bring the cuffs together and I swear I hear an audible click even though the magnets are silent. Maybe it’s just the sound of the universe slotting everything in place. With their hands wrapped around my wrists, with their cuffs against my chest, and their hearts beating in solid rhythm with mine, I finally drift off.

I am my beloveds’ and my beloveds are mine.

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